Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Agricultural Show
This weekend we went to an agricultural show. So we are going to write a cultural post. It is especially for people who have never been to a British country show.
First, we saw the ladies riding side saddle. TJam took a rubbish photo and cut the poor horse's head off. In her defence, she was using her phone which has a big delay.
Next, it was the shire horses. To be honest, Chips and I were more interested in the sign at the bottom left of this photo.
We followed our noses at a safe (BORIIIINNNNNGGGG) distance from the sheep. If you click on this photo and make it big, you will see a cute kid with a flat cap on. How very lancashire.
We saw some mini tractors...
... and some very old cars. They were right next to the doughnut van, which is where we kept looking.
Finally, we had a little look at the dog show. We didn't enter anything. There wasn't a "dog most stinking of fox poo" class, or a "dog with biggest scar on chest" one, so we didn't bother. We did stand around noncholantly, and did NOT bark at all the other dogs.
In fact, we were so well behaved that TJam even had time to have a little reminisce about the time she took a 6 month old Jump The Dog to the RSPCA dog show. TJam dropped the lead and Jump did several laps of honour around the veteran class, with people and kids diving comedy dives and Jump just slipping out of their reach. She may even have been barking and skipping with mischievous joy. TJam was much more easily embarrassed in those days.
Jump eventually came to a halt and some kids grabbed her lead and returned her to her rightful owner. TJam and Bamgee went home. Oh, with a "dog judge would most like to take home" rosette. It wasn't all bad!
First, we saw the ladies riding side saddle. TJam took a rubbish photo and cut the poor horse's head off. In her defence, she was using her phone which has a big delay.
Next, it was the shire horses. To be honest, Chips and I were more interested in the sign at the bottom left of this photo.
We followed our noses at a safe (BORIIIINNNNNGGGG) distance from the sheep. If you click on this photo and make it big, you will see a cute kid with a flat cap on. How very lancashire.
We saw some mini tractors...
... and some very old cars. They were right next to the doughnut van, which is where we kept looking.
Finally, we had a little look at the dog show. We didn't enter anything. There wasn't a "dog most stinking of fox poo" class, or a "dog with biggest scar on chest" one, so we didn't bother. We did stand around noncholantly, and did NOT bark at all the other dogs.
In fact, we were so well behaved that TJam even had time to have a little reminisce about the time she took a 6 month old Jump The Dog to the RSPCA dog show. TJam dropped the lead and Jump did several laps of honour around the veteran class, with people and kids diving comedy dives and Jump just slipping out of their reach. She may even have been barking and skipping with mischievous joy. TJam was much more easily embarrassed in those days.Jump eventually came to a halt and some kids grabbed her lead and returned her to her rightful owner. TJam and Bamgee went home. Oh, with a "dog judge would most like to take home" rosette. It wasn't all bad!
Labels: agricultural show, reminscing
Monday, 1 June 2009
Sticks
While Beanz is out of action, I am going to reminisce about our stick games.
I know stick games are not to be encouraged because of risk of injury. True, TJam does not throw them for us, since her old dog once ran onto a stick that had landed like a javelin (say no more).
However, sometimes life just puts a stick there as a gift for you and it would be rude not to accept it, wrestle over it and run along trying to pull it off each other before claiming the stick and reasserting my position of top dog over Beanz.
Ah, happy days.
Hurry up and get your leg better Beanz.
I know stick games are not to be encouraged because of risk of injury. True, TJam does not throw them for us, since her old dog once ran onto a stick that had landed like a javelin (say no more).
However, sometimes life just puts a stick there as a gift for you and it would be rude not to accept it, wrestle over it and run along trying to pull it off each other before claiming the stick and reasserting my position of top dog over Beanz.
Ah, happy days.
Hurry up and get your leg better Beanz.
Labels: beanz, chips 2009, games, play, reminscing, stick
